An Odd Hour in Beregost - Ended
Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 4:22 am
An Odd Hour in Beregost
Ay had left the Phoenix Inn in Beregost and had slipped her hood and mask over her features after she had left the town at an odd hour. Walking up to a mile to find the nearest large tree before slowly approaching it. Circling herself several times around it and studying it as if she was bewildered by it.
Her attitude arrogant towards the tree and her posture rather cautious; perhaps an amusing thing to see at a distance.
Her heavy shield attached to her left arm guard and her long sword sheathed on her left hip. Her form clad in full armor - each piece of decent quality with magical properties with the exception of a foreign but mundane long sword. A red hood and cloak rests on her head and shoulders.
Ay sighs deeply, ". . ." growing tired of taunting the tree in attempt to incite a reaction from it - to no avail. So she sought it's most lit side and sat down on the grassy ground. She uses her cloak so she did not soil her armored butt and pressed her her back against the tree firmly, shifting until she got get as comfortable as she could in her armor.
A few moments later she undid her shin guards and boots, baring her feet, reaching out to massage over her ankles and toes, groaning in explicit agony and pleasure. Then idly wiggling her toes and then staring up at the wondrous starry night and it's clear moon she'd seen for the first time that day.
"Mn." A moment of pause as a small smile creeped over her lips, "Mm hmm mmm hm mm." Until she bursted out in amused laughter, for reasons unknown while dragging a metal finger into the dirt beside the tree, making the crude image of an assumed half-orc slain by a stick figure with a shield and sword.
Her attitude arrogant towards the tree and her posture rather cautious; perhaps an amusing thing to see at a distance.
Her heavy shield attached to her left arm guard and her long sword sheathed on her left hip. Her form clad in full armor - each piece of decent quality with magical properties with the exception of a foreign but mundane long sword. A red hood and cloak rests on her head and shoulders.
Ay sighs deeply, ". . ." growing tired of taunting the tree in attempt to incite a reaction from it - to no avail. So she sought it's most lit side and sat down on the grassy ground. She uses her cloak so she did not soil her armored butt and pressed her her back against the tree firmly, shifting until she got get as comfortable as she could in her armor.
A few moments later she undid her shin guards and boots, baring her feet, reaching out to massage over her ankles and toes, groaning in explicit agony and pleasure. Then idly wiggling her toes and then staring up at the wondrous starry night and it's clear moon she'd seen for the first time that day.
"Mn." A moment of pause as a small smile creeped over her lips, "Mm hmm mmm hm mm." Until she bursted out in amused laughter, for reasons unknown while dragging a metal finger into the dirt beside the tree, making the crude image of an assumed half-orc slain by a stick figure with a shield and sword.